POV: Darius
The car was quiet, except for the soft sound of the engine as Collins drove us through the city night. Adriana sat next me, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her eyes fixed on the window, watching lights flicker as we passed by in the car.
She hadn’t said a single word since we left my parents’ house.
I could feel her thoughts spinning—her posture was too still, her fingers occasionally twitched as if she was replaying what had happened over dinner.
She’d challenged my mother. No—she’d stood her ground. And she had no idea just how rare that was. Every lady I had been set up with always tries to lobby up to Florence Wolfe.
I let the silence stretch a little longer before speaking.
“You did well tonight,” I said finally.
Her head turned toward me, surprised. “You think
